IMAGISTIC POEM DENISE HICKEY SEPT. 84
A Day at Block Island
All around us, islands drifted past
Vaguely light blue in the distance
Solitary chunks of land
Silhouetted against blue ocean.
Bright sun in our faces
Red noses and cheeks
The salty taste of fish for lunch
and lemonade sipped through a straw.
Streamers, yellow, pink, and blue
Reached out over the deck
Waving and pointing in the breeze.
And somewhere an iron bell clanged
Faintly above the murmur of the waves...
